There was this interesting post I remember reading, with a title that said something like “I can read your mind”.

It seemed a little silly. If anything, impossible. I mean, I am the only one that can read my own thoughts, right? (at least, I sure hope so).

In the post, the instructions said to add numbers in my head and do it as quickly as possible without thinking about it too much. Once I was done with one equation, I move onto the next. It went something like this:

What is 13+7? Some dots, then, what is 6+83? Dots in the middle. What is 14+32? 63+12? 89+19? 137+25?


“I’m guessing…red hammer?”


I was totally blown away. That was exactly what I thought of while doing math in my head (it was a little bit hard since arithmetic, in general, isn’t exactly my forté).

The trick itself is called “The Red Hammer Mind Trick“. Regardless, I became obsessed to know exactly how this form of wicked manipulation worked. There was no possible way some random internet user, who is probably thousands of miles away, could know what I was thinking about based off of some math. Preposterous.

After doing some quick Googling, the answer became clear. Well, sort of. There are apparently some theories floating around on how this trick works. One person says there is a book called “Thinking Fast and Slow” by Daniel Kahneman, where he talks about “two systems of thinking”, one that is primal, or by instinct, so it is quicker, and one that takes time, but is logical. Math urges us to think critically, kind of “distracting” that fast-acting part of your brain, and once the post asked for you to think quickly of something we all know–a color and a tool–it reactivated that part of your brain. A hammer is the most common tool we learn early-on, and red is a bright, noticeable color.

Makes a bit of sense, right?

Then there is a more concrete theory based on the actual post itself, where the physical dots separating the equations resemble nails on a wall, and how the sudden request to think of something is like a “hammer to the head”.

Sounds a bit gruesome. The first theory seems to be more concise.

You can’t specifically know what someone is thinking about. You can guess by facial expressions or certain body-language of others (which is something I love learning about). Or, just asking what a person is thinking about directly can sometimes work. Sometimes. That person can “grant” you that satisfaction of knowing what they think about; however, you cannot know what a person is thinking about all the time.

That’s why we have privacy.

Which brings up an interesting question: do we have the right to our own thoughts?

Of course we do.

Then again, there are these paranormal gurus called psychics. They don’t really read your mind as much as they try to predict your future. They make themselves appear to do so by asking questions such as, “have you recently had a loss in the family?” or “are you dealing with something you are afraid to tell someone else?” and other, rather vague yet emotionally-attached questions (honestly seems like a ploy to “accidentally” tell them your future plans or what you’re thinking about). There are plenty of people who have had losses in their family. Actually, everyone has. Along with deaths, everyone has problems in their lives.

Have you ever had a conversation with someone, and you seem to have so much in common it was almost eerie? It’s happened to me. And those with plenty in common tend to “tune in” to someone’s emotions often.

Other than at a paranormal or coincidental level, it’s the never-ending, innate human curiosity we have. After creating a bond with someone, it doesn’t take long to unconsciously pick up their vibes. It can turn into this obnoxious fume that emanates to you and others, especially if you live with them.

Some of us tend to make “mind-reading” into a bit of a problem, however. I’m sure you know someone like this: tends to give clues or hints rather than being direct with how they’re feeling, getting upset over minor provocations that they thought someone should’ve known about, yet the other party had absolutely no idea.

Here’s an example:

You are over a good friend’s’ house, and they recently had a baby. They allow you to hold their child, and you gently caress their tiny face. Aww, how sweet and cute they are.


Suddenly, they completely freak out and yell at you, shouting something like, “don’t touch my baby!” as they snatch their child from you. You’d be completely bewildered.

Later on, you find out that the baby’s face was particularly sensitive and broke out easily. How were you supposed to know? No one told you that the child’s face was unable to handle a simple touch. The friend expected you to be a mind-reader.

This form of passive-aggressiveness can happen anywhere. A boss may expect you to already know how to use a cash register, even after you’ve specifically told them during the interview that you have no experience working a register. Or, some grumpy passenger on a bus could shout at you just by sitting next to them, not telling you that it was reserved for a friend, but instead, they assume that you were being a creep.

Humans are silly little things, aren’t they?

Despite our paranoid minds, no one can tell what you want, or what you need, or how you are feeling just by thinking about it. There is such a thing as context, and making grand assumptions or jumping to conclusions only adds strain and confusion, even conflict. Leave past circumstances aside, as not everyone is the same based on personal experiences. Be open-minded. You never know how your actions can affect another person.

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Introverts Don’t Quite Understand Extroverts, Either


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Partying, taking pictures together, making friends with total strangers, bright, attention-getting colors, skinny-dipping–these are just a few things that make introverts want to scratch their heads (I should know!). At least 70% of the human population is extroverted–and, it makes complete sense. It’s our innate desire to connect with people, whether they are family or neighbors, that made us sprout into the population we have today (7-freaking-BILLION people).

So, as an introvert, we should take part in this ever-lasting party, right?

Right?…Guys? Where are you going!? Wait! Wait for me…!

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The Beauty of Wicca

This has always been my favorite art-piece, depicting the universal, eternal love of Mother Goddess and Father God. Source

The following article goes into secular (religious) subjects that are particularly sensitive in nature. Only read further if you have an open mind to new ideas, faiths, and practices. I will not tolerate discrimination, hate-speeches, nor generalizations.

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Why Are Introverts So Mysterious To Extroverts?

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It’s kind of like we’re viewed as aliens sent from another planet.

Obviously, we don’t interact with others much. We hardly say a word to anyone, and to someone who enjoys the company of others often, this puzzles extroverts. Are they antisocial? They might ask themselves. Do they have any friends? Why don’t they talk more? They don’t have to be shy. Why doesn’t she go out with us and have a good time? If I was stuck in the house all day, I’d go insane.

These are the questions I had to answer over and over as I was growing up and in socially-required environments such as family gatherings and job opportunities. I cannot tell you how many times I had to explain myself for something I simply do naturally–actually, I’m so caught up in my own world that I hardly notice that I’m not participating in the group or not interacting in general. If anything, I participate in conversations using my mind without realizing it and forget that I have to actually use my vocal cords.

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Motherless Brother



We all know sadness one way or another. We’ve witness sadness in many ways, whether it was a loss of a friend or a loss of a family member. Not only through grief do we experience deep emptiness in our bodies and souls, but through anything that can trigger a tear or two–a piece of music, something that someone says, a certain smell that reminds you of your past lover–pretty much anything.

I have a brother that suffers through sadness daily. He’s the baby of the family and happens to live in a household full of introverts when he himself is an extrovert. He complains of the lack of going out making him feel down, and often. I try taking him out once in a while, but once in a while isn’t enough. His sadness runs deeper, however. It’s not just the lack of activity in his life that’s making him sad, but, he lacks confidence in himself. He believes to be ugly, has never had a girlfriend and doesn’t have any friends that are willing to spend time with him after school.

He’s rather lonely and anxious. His sadness runs deeper still. Not only does he yearn to run free in the world, lack the esteem that he would want, and suffer loneliness at its core, he’s in the grief of our mother that passed about 10 years ago now. Thus, this emotion he is feeling is not sadness, but depression.

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The Quiet One


A.K.A the shy girl, the shy guy, the silent type, the person either no one notices or everyone talks about, the one that causes class-wide silences when asked to read a passage or picked to answer a question, the one that everyone is somewhat afraid of because they never say anything–also known as the introvert.

This is a pretty difficult personality to have. I say this because shyness is often associated with other qualities and terms that are negative–lack of self-esteem, anti-social, self-hating, no friends, et cetera. Sometimes this trait is viewed positively, as we shy people are often modest, nice, and caring, but then that seems to give the incentive to others to take advantage of us, like copying our homework or making us drive people to places, or even convince us to give people money.

Not all introverts are shy people-pleasers, however. There are those of us who are just as confident as extroverts–even as stubborn against doing tasks for others–it’s just that we prefer to spend most of our free time alone. Of course, similar and same negative connotations arise for us who are in fact loners–anti-social, having no (social) life, lack of being in intimate relationships, so on and so forth. But, this is hardly true–in fact, the opposite often exists without people realizing or taking the time to get to know their introverted counterpart.

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This is a topic that has been gnawing at the edge of my brain for a long time.


Women have been shaving their legs only recently in human history–and now it’s become so normal that there are men out there that believe women are naturally hairless, as we tend to get rid of hair, well, everywhere. The thing that was bugging me for so long was, why? Why does it matter that women shave their legs? Can’t we let our bodies grow what’s natural and then run with the wind and cannonball right into a pool or ocean?

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You’re Selfish.

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How many times have you heard that in your lifetime? Especially as a teenager and young adult?

Yet, unfairly, our mothers do the same thing. So do our fathers.

As human beings, we do care for others–but being at such an awkward stage in life can have its emotional tolls. From religious beliefs to core values, it can be difficult being young and wanting independence. As soon as we turn 16 we want our own apartment, our own phone, our own way of finding some kind of sanctuary–or our own party hub. Whichever we prefer, I’m sure our parents have worried about this for a very long time.

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When I was a young girl…(Part 1)


(Source) (I actually have brown eyes, but this is beautiful nonetheless!)

My father…took me into the city, to see a marching band… (any MCR fans out there? God, I wish they’d reunite.)

I was adorable, I have to admit. The way I snickered when I put a little prank on someone, knowing the amount of trouble I’d get into.

But then, it dawned on me. When I was mischievous and mean to others, I realized that I was the bully. I was the one causing them pain. In the long run, they would ask themselves, “what have I done to her to deserve this?”

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